A Fallen Star

The stars dimmed when I fell,

their silver tongues whispering my name

in constellations that no longer shone.

The wind howled through hollow bones,

carrying echoes of a voice

I could no longer call my own.

And the universe cried for me.

It mourned my loss-

wept in meteor showers,

draped the sky in black.

The earth trembled beneath my feet,

as if it, too, knew

something had been undone,

something had been forgotten.

I reached for the void,

but even the darkness turned away.

So I walked on, alone-

a ghost in a world that no longer

remembered my name.